I write what comes straight to me in my mind. I write from my higher self. I write from my heart along with my soul adding a splash of my spirit. I love to write, I love to see my words on a page for me to reread over and over again especially in hard… Continue reading Passion Of Life
Listen to your mind as its sounds over lap like waves upon the ocean rushing in a storm to the shore. The murky blues with greens violently crashing against the sand and rocks. It is like your mind fighting thoughts of ever deepening gloom. Sunshine cries, lost in the deafening paths of everlasting struggles from… Continue reading Death Of Hope
I have gone through much pain in my life. More than I have let anyone know. It is not just physical but mental anguish too. The mind is a powerful tool that can be your bestfriend but if the world around you shifts, alters too much it can breakdown and be almost your worst enemy.… Continue reading Our Mind, It Shapes Who We Are.
Inspiration can hit at anytime, come from certain people or thoughts in my mind. Once it hits, it comes like a train, fast and getting faster. Without delay I have to write what my mind is telling me or poof, after my ideas flow I soon lose them, possibly forever. Oh I can pick up… Continue reading Inspiration
A pain that washes over you on the brain of your mind. Pain from the inside manifesting out. Over your forehead, it pushes out, down to your eyebrows and on to the nose. Feelings like bricks pressing the nasal bones, harder and harder until you just want to rip. Numbing and deadness feed the right… Continue reading Pain through the brain.
Eyes, tested by infection, tested by you, tested by God, tested by strain and… over use? The eye gives a big sigh in the only way it knows as it is attacked from within by foreign bodies not invited to be insight. Your eye is poked, prodded, torn and made to leak from the inside… Continue reading Foreign Bodies And The Eye
The silky blueness of the ocean, the froughtiness of the milk sprayed mouth of waves, the timing of the invisible wind sweeping with a high pitched whistle through the trees. The sun peeping through the fluffy clouds like an inquisitive young child. Squinting with an eye and finding a space in the trees where it… Continue reading Ocean times